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The Eternal Miracle of a Poet

The Eternal Miracle of a Poet

 

Isn't it so poetic 

that we live and then we die? 

we strive for happiness

and a reason why? 

yet when times are joyful 

in one single moment

they can turn dark 

and then from out of nowhere 

the darkness turns into light

from just a single spark  

isn't it ironic that music is unseen? 

and our hearing notes on deaf ears

our emotions gifting tears

and thus the beauty of the seasons 

as we look out of the window fair

to see the blurs of the great oak tree

that leave nothing but branches bare

walking up the path so frail 

wondering where our lives have gone? 

wandering where all the poet's lines end up? 

and if we'll leave our poetic songs?

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

In 10,000 years we're going to be Ancestors of Ancient Times?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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Shirley Harrison

In truth I was thinking of how wonderful it is to read the work of the magnificent poets now gone, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, Silvia Plath. 🌹

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sparrowsong

Then your Name...

It's better to have you alive though...

😊

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Jac Tales

'We are all just children sown by the wind.' Famous Song. A Nice Write. 💕

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Marion

A truly fab write Shirley... I walked with you through your thoughts here and came out the wiser. Hugs x

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Rory McGinlay

Expression and understanding, we are so childlike 

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